I Am Ironman (MHA)

[Third Person's PoV] 

Location: Salvage Yard - African Coast 

"As I always say, keep your friends rich and keep your enemies rich, and wait to find out which is which," Ultron said to Ulysses as he was checking his bank account with one of his men. 

As they heard Ultron's words they slowly looked back at him, "Stark…" Ulysses muttered. 

"What?" Ultron asked, Pietro and Wanda Maximoff standing behind him also looking towards Ulysses in confusion tilting their heads. 

"Tony Stark used to say that… To Me" Ulysses said as he looked at Ultron, "You're one of his…" 

"What? I'm not–" Ultron began sounding genuinely offended while he grabbed Ulysses arm and raised it upwards. One of his men took out his gun but Wanda acted quickly and used powers to bring down his hand. 

"I'm not" Ultron said in a much colder tone, "You think I'm one of Stark's puppets, one of his hollow men? I mean look at me, do I look like Iron Man?" Ultron asked his tone, going back to sounding offended. 

"STARK IS NOTHING!" Ultron said, cutting off one of Ulysses with his hands which were glowing red with heat. 

Ulysses grunted out in pain and staggered backwards, 

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry" Ultron cooed sounding remorseful, "I'm sure that's going to be okay, I'm sorry" 

His Tone then began shifting to anger as he said, "It's just that I don't understand. Don't compare me to Stark!" Ultron exclaimed as he kicked Ulysses right in the face, sending him flying back out of the room and down the stairs behind him. 

"It's a thing with me." Ultron began as Ulysses' men followed after him, "Stark is… He's a sickness!" 

"Aw Junior… You're going to break your old man's heart"

Ultron slowly turned to see Stark floating down with Captain America and Thor beside him. 

Tony and Melissa were sitting above them on one of the railings swinging their feet, both of them wearing their suits of armor. 

"If I have too," Ultron said, answering Stark's quip. 

"No one has to break anything," Thor said cautiously. 

"Clearly you've never made an omelet," Ultron retorted. 

"He beat me by one second," Stark said, letting out a sigh.

"My god, he even has the same natural sarcasm. This Ultron might really be a Stark" Melissa said, shaking his head. 

"His full name might as well be Ultron Stark" Tony added to see if he could get a rise out of Ultron. 

Ultron looked up towards Tony as he said, "I don't even have ears and I already want to rip them off some so I don't have to listen to you call me that again" 

Captain America looked towards the Maximoff siblings standing behind Ultron as he said, "You two can still walk away from this" 

"Oh we will," Wanda said sarcastically. 

"I know you've suffered" Steve said sympathetically. 

"Ahhhhhh!" Ultron exclaimed almost with revulsion, "Haha, Captain America! God's Righteous Man. Pretending you can live without war… I can't physically throw up in my mouth but–" 

"If you believe in peace then let us keep it" Thor interrupted. 

"I think you're confusing Peace with Quiet," Ultron retorted. 

"Uh huh" Tony said uninterested, "So what's the Vibranium for?"

"Ah yes, let me take this time to thoroughly explain my grand evil Master Plan" Ultron said before he clenched his fist and made a pulling motion, Stark in his metal armor was pulled in by the energy Ultron fist release taking him by surprise. 

Immediately, the Avengers recognized the ambush for what it was—a signal to engage. Stark recovered swiftly from the surprise attack, launching himself at Ultron. The two titans grappled fiercely, their clash carrying them into the air in a blur of motion and energy.

"Hey, at least give us a heads-up before you start throwing surprise attacks!" Tony quipped, his voice ringing out over the sound of battle.

"That would ruin the whole point of a surprise attack," Melissa shot back as she launched herself into action. With a quick leap, she fired twin repulsor beams from her palms, their golden light illuminating the chaos as they struck an oncoming wave of Ultron's robotic minions descending from the ceiling.

Tony's repulsors flared to life, energy swirling around his palms, condensing into a vibrant red sphere. With a deft motion, he unleashed the energy in a massive, concentrated beam that plowed through a cluster of robots. The blast sent them hurtling into one another before they collided with the wall in a fiery explosion.

Ultron retaliated without hesitation. From his metallic fingertips, a beam of crackling yellow plasma surged forward, concentrating into a piercing lance of energy. The attack streaked toward Stark, but Stark deflected it with a calculated parry, redirecting Ultron's hand mid-strike. In the same fluid motion, Stark fired a devastating blast from his chest piece, the Unibeam lighting up the battlefield as it collided with his foe.

Meanwhile, Captain America moved like a whirlwind, his shield a blur of motion. Each precise swing cleaved through Ultron's sentinels, bisecting them cleanly before he expertly recalled the vibranium weapon to his hand. Beside him, Thor wielded Mjolnir with equal ferocity, arcs of lightning cascading around him as he crushed wave after wave of robotic assailants.

"Shoot them down!" Ulysses Klaue roared at his men, clutching his severed arm with a snarl of frustration.

"At which ones!?" one of his men shouted back, eyes darting between the Avengers and Ultron's forces.

"ALL OF THEM!" Klaue bellowed, his voice hoarse with rage.

Elsewhere, Natasha Romanoff and Clint Barton navigated the shadows, their movements silent and precise. Spotting a group of Klaue's mercenaries advancing with rifles raised, Natasha activated the cloaking feature of her suit, disappearing from sight. With catlike agility, she ran along the corridor wall, positioning herself above her unsuspecting targets.

In one swift motion, she leaped down, wrapping her legs around a mercenary's neck and flipping him into his comrades. Before they could react, Natasha sprang off the ground, using the narrow walls of the corridor to ricochet between them, her strikes precise and unrelenting.

"What's attacking us?!" one of the mercenaries shouted, panic evident in his voice.

His question went unanswered as Natasha's boot collided with his chest, sending him crashing into the wall. She spun low, sweeping the legs out from under another opponent, then activated her anti-gravity belt. Weightless, she vaulted over a third mercenary, twisting midair to slam him into the ground with a resounding thud.

Natasha landed gracefully, deactivating her cloaking as she surveyed the pile of unconscious men sprawled around her. She flexed her fists experimentally, a faint smile tugging at her lips.

"I could get used to this," she murmured to herself, the satisfaction evident in her voice.

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